Sudden crisis.

A fleeting dead line.

Everything is too fast, the rabbit is falling and falling, or it is a glimpse.

Amamiya Masahiro's sword has already surpassed her own realm limits, and the moment her gaze catches the dead line, even her own strength has ushered in a high-spirited rise.

Touched the bottleneck of the third-order realm.

Then it broke open in one fell swoop.

The Onmyoji on the side widened his eyes as he watched his corpse puppet being smashed with a knife, his expression more than dumbfounded.

As soon as the hand that Haruru was trying to rescue was raised, the confrontation over there was already over, and then he raised his eyebrows and said in disbelief: "Breakthrough? It was actually a breakthrough ......"

Break through before life and death.

This kind of thing usually only exists in martial arts, and in reality, this kind of thing belongs to the absolute chance probability.

Although it is easier than having a monkey type an entire Shakespeare, there is only one life, and if there are early signs of a breakthrough, it is impossible to gamble on the battlefield.

It can only be understood as the explosion of potential under the desperate situation, and it is even more rare in Fusang, the swordsmen in the three realms are all talented people who are one in a thousand, and if you want to reach this realm, it is extremely difficult to achieve it without twenty or thirty years of tempering - this is the case in Fusang, because there is no way to increase soul power here.

After breaking through the realm, Amamiya didn't even have time to feel the wonderful power that was now abundant in her body, she immediately reversed the blade of her sword and jumped down from the pavilion, her sword light was awe-inspiring, and she held it high above her head.

All kinds of martial arts, this is the dragon sword.

Oh no, it's the longitudinal split of Satsuma's manifest stream.

This move is a serious battlefield knife method, showing that the current is to pay attention to a knife down, even people with weapons with the same knife and two cuts, so the use of a lengthened version of the wild knife, the weight is amazing, not the strength of the amazing man can not lift it at all.

Amamiya Masahiro launched this attack from above, just to take advantage of the momentum after her realm breakthrough at this time, like a tiger coming out, even if her strength was consumed by most of it, it also gave people an unstoppable and terrifying aura.

He Mao's Onmyoji also panicked under this sword, threw out a spell to set up an enchantment, and only when the sword light came to him did he realize that he still had Shikijin to drive.

It's a pity it's too late.

This knife was attached to Amamiya Masahiro's own blood, and the red mark directly tore through the enchantment, and the blade cut off the shoulder blade, directly cutting off one of the arms of the Onmyoji.

"Ah——!h

Screams rang out, blood gushing out.

This knife cut off not only an arm, but also the possibility of survival of this great onmyoji.

Amamiya Masahiro's face was without mercy, he stood on tiptoe, turned back on the spot, twisted his wrist, retracted his heart, turned his sword around, and slashed his robe against him.

The rotating body drives the burning corners of the clothes, like a dancing butterfly, obviously killing and beheading, but under the light of the fire, it looks like a beautiful dancing girl on the stage.

A head is ripe.

The headless corpse fell on its back, falling into a sea of fire two stories below.

Haruru Tugomon retracted his gaze, feeling a little sick to his stomach, this scene that was too bloody made him unaccustomed, but fortunately he didn't even have time to properly review the scene that had just been full of flesh and blood.

Just because ......

The snow girl in the sky sang a song again, and the majestic demonic power even spread the cold air, and the roofs within a radius of ten kilometers were condensed with white frost, and snowflakes floated in the sky.

The falling ice picks resemble the main guns of Sherman tanks with 360 rounds per minute, blasting and piercing armor and freezing explosions.

No amount of cool air can be inhaled by other people, and the temperature here will not rise even a bit.

The earth gate supported the white dragon guard, crumbling, and soon the spiritual power was exhausted, and he was also pierced through the arm by the ice pick, and he scolded directly in pain: "Xi Kexiu!" ”

The support is not yet there, and they have really all been explained here.

On the other side, even Amamiya Masahiro, who had just broken through the realm, was in an extremely poor state, and he didn't have time to avoid it at all, and he was almost swallowed by the ice rain.

Relying on the ghost man who pounced from above as a meat shield, he pressed her under him.

Ryuji Amamiya doesn't have much rationality left, maybe he was frozen by the Snow Girl and regained his senses, but fortunately, he didn't make a big mistake, and he knew how to turn around and save people.

But as a price, he was also hit through his body by an ice pick again, and his breath suddenly withered.

"Run, run away, even if you're alone, you'll have to ......" Ryuji Amamiya kept coughing up blood as he spoke.

Amamiya Masahiro stubbornly said, "Let's go out together and get out of here alive together." ”

She didn't want all her hard work to go to waste.

Below is fire, above is frost.

Even if the big demon is just an afterimage, it still has the power to sweep across the four realms.

In such a desperate situation, even the search for a way out seems to be difficult.

At this time, Tsuchigomon Haruru turned around, and the thousand paper cranes that had been released before stopped beside him, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"How long will it take you?" Amamiya Masahiro raised her voice.

"It's too late." Tuyumen Qingliu smiled bitterly: "My thousand paper crane couldn't be sent, it was blocked halfway through, and we were tricked...... It's the inside of the enchantment! ”

Or an enchantment, which means ......

Amamiya Maki lowered his head, only to see that a layer of fire was separated, and a group of brightly dressed but white cloth covered with white cloth on their faces swarmed in, with a pitch-black pentagram on the white cloth on their faces.

Each of them has a rather weak spiritual power fluctuation.

The Onmyoji of the He Mao family has arrived.

Or rather, they should have arrived a long time ago.

It's not late, it's just waiting for the right moment to enter.

Now the time has come, so the onmyoji who are waiting outside rush in, surrounding the place, everyone here is their prey, and the people who stay in the yin-yang liao are sandpipers and mussels waiting to be picked up by the fisherman after the tragic internal conflict.

At the back of the crowd, an extraordinarily fancy-dressed Onmyoji walked out, he bent down, picked up the unrecognizable head on the ground that had been burned by the flames, held it up, and burst into tears: "My poor cousin, how did you become like this? Who killed you! I must avenge you! ”

It was the enchanting onmyoji of the male and female hard suit, and the voice of the angry and sharp voice resounded through the pavilion.

Then he casually threw his head aside: "But now you look much more pleasing to the eye than when you were alive, and it's ridiculous to rush to grab credit and end up like this." ”

The demon's eyes swept left and right, and he suddenly laughed: "It seems that I came at the right time, and so many benefits are mine." ”

Tuyumen Qingliu said secretly: "Most of the people in the He Mao family are really abnormal...... Knowing that their infighting was serious, I didn't expect to be able to laugh when I saw my loved ones die. ”

He silently thought that he might really have to fight hard next.

The enchanting Onmyoji raised his head and smiled charmingly on his face painted with a large white patch: "Haven't you come down yet, what are you doing standing so high, not afraid of falling to death?" Surrender now, at least live a little longer, and fall into my hands, it's better than dying at the hands of the Snow Maiden, right? Don't worry, I'm not like this guy, I'm not a murderer. ”

Tuyumen Haruru said: "But in your hands, I'm afraid it's better to live than to die." ”

"Hahaha, what nonsense is telling the truth."

The demon laughed to himself for a while: "So what is your answer?" Do you want to come down yourself, or wait for me to wring off your limbs? ”

"For me, the result doesn't make a difference, but for you, the difference is huge, isn't it?"

Naked threats.

Ryuuji Amamiya regained some reason at this time, and said in a low voice: "I'll buy you some time, the enchantment, I can't trap you...... You gotta, leave. ”

"I'm not leaving, I'm not going anywhere." Amamiya Maki is still so stubborn.

"I'm not up to the job as an uncle, but I hope you don't let me go."

"I'm here to save you, not to die." Amamiya Masahiro gently stroked the ghost cutter, and the eyes that had been opened were as flexible as flowing water that could not be cut off: "So, we will not die, please keep your senses...... Don't lose to fate. ”

Ryuji Amamiya suddenly regretted a little, he regretted that he was too impulsive and pushed his relatives into the fire pit, and even more regretted that he couldn't persuade Mahi to change his mind, and regretted his uselessness; But he was also glad that even at this time, he still had someone to accompany him, at least he was not alone.

He had already had a desire to live and die, but now he was thinking about how good it would be if he could live.

People are always so complex and contradictory.

I can't see the light, I can't bear the loneliness, I think about death, and I wait for the dawn in the dark night.

"Okay, let's go back alive together." Ryuji Amamiya put down the advice.

Bang Bang Bang ...... Applause rang out.

"I'm about to cry because of the touching family affection." The enchanting Onmyoji wiped the corners of his eyes: "It's a pity that you ran into me with an iron heart." ”

"There is a saying in Great Xia, which is called that those who know the times are Junjie."

The demon raised his hand, and the spiritual power released made the surrounding flames turn into a more transparent blue: "Since you don't know the current affairs, then ......"

The unfinished words came to an abrupt end.

The uninteresting, or rather self-contained noise interrupted the other's voices, and the penetrating sound of a horn crossed the ramp in the setting sun.

When the sun goes out, a bright headlight lights light up at the end of the ramp.

It's like replacing the sun, where the sun sets, the lights come on.

Onmyoji's bewitching face was a little more impatient, and he didn't like this kind of incompromising intruder, no matter who it was, if he disturbed his speech and interest, he should pay a price.

"Go take care of it."

He waved his hand, and three masked corpse golems rushed to the ramp.

I thought it would be a crushing without suspense, so the demon didn't look back at all.

In fact, it was indeed a crushing without suspense, and in less than ten seconds after he had just turned around, the perception between him and Shikigami had been broken.

And the roar of the locomotive engine is still there, even stronger and clearer.

The demon turned his head in surprise and incomprehension, and the moment he turned his head sideways, what he saw was the silver-white locomotive that hit him head-on, the streamlined body was very beautiful from the design, and it arrived with a surging and violent impact after blessing the Mercedes-Benz all the way, and the wheels almost ran over his face!

Dozens of cracks appeared on the open barrier in front of the Onmyoji's eyes, and the rotating wheel rubbed a harsh sound on the translucent barrier, accompanied by a burst of pitch-black smoke and heat, which was only less than three centimeters away from his eyeballs in a straight line, and the transmitted vibration caused the white powder on the demon's face to fall.

It's like using the face of the Onmyoji as a pedal to sprint upwards, and the Extreme Tomahawk flies directly all the way up to a three-story building.

The scene of the locomotive stepping on a human face and then leaping up, anyone who sees it will sigh secretly.

Tsuchimimon's eyes straightened.

Amamiya Madaya almost turned into a long-awaited sculpture.

The rear wheels of the locomotive landed precisely on the third floor, and after a few screeching brakes, the wheels stopped turning.

He Mao turned his head, covered his face, his expression hidely hideous, and stared at the locomotive on the third floor, and the young man with a red scarf around the back of the locomotive.

Half a minute.

He spoke, his voice low and muffled, with a hint of terrifying threat and irrepressible murder.

"Who are you!"

The young man took off his helmet and opened his mouth with a refreshing response.

"I look like your father!"

(End of chapter)